Above us, the wind blew and the branching shadows rearranged themselves on our skin. Gus squeezed my hand. "It is a good life, Hazel Grace.

“It took me a sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mints and forty minutes to get over that…”

“What happens in the band room stays in the band room.”

“Так все русские разговаривают? – поинтересовался я.Мой родной румынский,  попра…”

“but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. Th…”